Stalin,

Mussolini,

Adolf 

With the quavering wave.

Now I look to you.

A killer.

A dictator.

One of them.

You touch us,

Your infitisemal hands

Not backing down.

My best friend,

Long gone,

Stopped calling.

I fear every night

That I will wake up

To a war.

I fear 

That I will not wake up at all.